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...have never been under more academic stress than I have been in the last three weeks," says Elizabeth D. Kilmartin '94, a biology concentrator in Winthrop House. Although Kilmartin does have plans to waste time after her thesis is due, I cut this interview short. Who needs to be depressed with other people's problems...
Once past the truth-in-advertising issues, though, you have to admit that there's something sturdy, maybe even indestructible, about Kiss of Death. It's the story of a not-too-bright crook and family man named Jimmy Kilmartin (Caruso) caught in a well-carpentered claustrophobic invention. Busted for his reluctant role in a big-time car theft, he gets the book thrown at him when he refuses to inform on his confederates. Then his wife dies, and his fatherly obligations to his little girl start calling. So does the D.A. (Stanley Tucci), who makes a proposal: help...
Ronnie's foil is Kilmartin's baby sitter, Rosie (Katheryn Erbe). It would be easy to choke on this character's banal perfection, but Erbe somehow manages to flesh out a real person. While Rosie is usually too good to take, we are nevertheless swayed by Erbe's performance. Also noteworthy is Ving Rhames, who people may recognize as the band-aid wearing Marsalis from "Pulp Fiction." Here, like Jackson, he thrives on material more sophisticated than Tarantino's comicbook style...
With three stunning performances this film would have been good--with six it's great. Helen Hunt of "Mad About You" as Kilmartin's wife demonstrates that a film career is hers for the taking, and Michael Rapaport oozes sleaze as Ronnie. This character is such a jerk that it's almost possible to forgive Little Junior for beating the pulp...
When Little Junior asks Kilmartin to come up with an acronym to define his life (Little Junior's is B.A.D.), Kilmartin replies, "F.A.B.--Fucked At Birth." "Kiss of Death" needs no acronym. This film can stand...